One last whine, and then I'm done

[linaewen]

I shall speak once more about the Cold of Colds, and then be done with it.

Hubby and I are both still unwell.  We are simultaneously feverish, coughing, sneezing, dripping, light-headed, aching in the sinuses, and moping about the house.  On the scale of Worst Viruses of the Century, this one ranks pretty low, actually, but one doesn't really think of such things when one is in the midst of relative misery.  ;-)  We are staying home from church today, both for ourselves to get that much more rest time, and because we are a danger to society -- I shudder to think of who might be sick because of us not knowing we were catching!

Anyway, I must be on the mend, because I felt like commenting at LJ today.  I think I am caught up with everyone now, but I'll double check before I go drink my orange juice.

Because it's so appropriate, I want to share again the poem by Ogden Nash  -- I haven't been to the doctor about this one, but I can just imagine he'd be similarly unsympathetic to my plight.  ;-) 

Common Cold

by Ogden Nash

Go hang yourself, you old M.D,!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
In not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold.

By pounding brow and swollen lip;
By fever's hot and scaly grip;
By those two red redundant eyes
That weep like woeful April skies;
By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff;
By handkerchief after handkerchief;
This cold you wave away as naught
Is the damnedest cold man ever caught!

Give ear, you scientific fossil!
Here is the genuine Cold Colossal;
The Cold of which researchers dream,
The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme.
This honored system humbly holds
The Super-cold to end all colds;
The Cold Crusading for Democracy;
The Führer of the Streptococcracy.

Bacilli swarm within my portals
Such as were ne'er conceived by mortals,
But bred by scientists wise and hoary
In some Olympic laboratory;
Bacteria as large as mice,
With feet of fire and heads of ice
Who never interrupt for slumber
Their stamping elephantine rumba.

A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth!
Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth;
Don Juan was a budding gallant,
And Shakespeare's plays show signs of talent;
The Arctic winter is fairly coolish,
And your diagnosis is fairly foolish.
Oh what a derision history holds
For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!

Have a good day, people.  I'm going to stop moping and do something relaxing and encouraging that doesn't take much energy.  Some hot tea, hot coffee, hot orange juice, a couple of aspirin and a good book ought to help with that.  :-D

Comments

[aragornlover.livejournal.com]

Hot orange juice? Never heard of that one before.

I do hope you and the hubby feel better quick, fast and in a hurry! *hugs*

[lin4gondor.livejournal.com]

Just about anything hot feels good going down. Not sure how I got started on the hot OJ thing, but that's something we do in my family when we have colds. I suppose it destroys the Vitamin C to heat it, but it tastes good nonetheless.

[estellye.livejournal.com]

Yes hot juices are wonderfully comforting, aren't they? I have a recipe for wassail punch that makes an appearance other times than the traditional holidays for this very reason - or a variation of it does (sometimes I don't have all the ingredients). It has black tea, cinamon, cloves, orange juice, apple juice or cider (better), cranberry juice and a little lemon juice. I want some.

I am pleased you are feeling a bit better and are allowing yourself to recuperate properly. I hardly call what you have been doing moping but if it makes you feel healthier not to dwell on it, then I am all for that! here's to rest and encouraging thoughts!

[mumstheword54.livejournal.com]

Bless your hearts! I hope you start feeling better very soon.

Yes, hot tea with lemon and honey; hot orange juice or Tang; hot chicken or beef broth.

*hugs, hot drinks, and brownies*

Oh, and
*Vick's VapoRub on your chest and back*
(Brother-in-law the Nurse swears by rubbing Vick's on the bottoms of the feet, then sleeping with socks on the Vick's-covered feet. If nothing else, it keeps the feet warm.)

Blessings,
Mum